guids,
We all play poker online, we can afford to finish our
Dom at home.
All,
When I was in highschool, I was driving a girl home at around 1:30 AM. It was a divided highway, so I was doing about 60 in a 55 and approaching an intersection with the highway that was controlled by a light. The light was green, so I wasn't slowing. Maybe a few feet before I got to where the white line is painted at the intersection, a minivan on the crossing street pulls out in front of me. Of course no time to stop, and I slammed into him at almost full-speed. I checked on the girl, and then looked up to see the minivan driving away. I went in a rage and proceeded to actually chase him.
I lost him over a hill, but knew there was a police station maybe 500 yards up the road. The officers there told me to return to a gas station near where the accident occured. So I turned around and started to head back. It turns out the other guy pulled off onto a side road just on the other side of the hill, and I saw brakelights just off the highway and thought I'd stop to see if it was him. It was, and I confronted him (I was 17, and thus, an idiot). I could smell the booze on him from 5 feet away, and also noticed he had a child in the van with him. He kept repeating, "Are you going to call the cops? Don't tell the cops, man." I told him I was heading back to this gas station, and extricated myself from the situation immediately, and went to the gas station. I was talking to the police there, and while I was giving my report, one of the officers interrupted me and said, "Is that the minivan?" I turned around and, sure enough, the minivan with its [censored]-up rear end was slowly cruising by. The cops ran to their car, peeled out in reverse, and chased him down.
These facts were supplied by the police report:
The driver failed field sobriety and was taken to the station, where he blew a .22. When asked to stand on one foot, he fell over. When asked to touch his nose with an outstretched finger, he poked himself in the opposite eye. He claimed to have been at a bar earlier in the night, after which he picked his son up from his ex-wife's before heading home. He admitted to fleeing the scene of the accident. He had no insurance (in Missouri, a mandatory-insurance state).
My car was totalled, despite its ability to chase this guy down the highway. I separated my left shoulder (where the seat belt crosses) but decided to play football that season anyways. The doctor said that every time I got hit on that shoulder, it would likely separate the joint again. The girl I was driving had some sort of injury to her torso, and had to sit out the girl's volleyball season.
